Glory, It’s A Gorgeous-Glory

Gorgeous-glory, woodland margins in spring
Each March springtide the marigolds arrive
And woodpecker’s knock & spring lambs are baaing
And grasses are lush, as bees leave their hive.
The worlds humming, wand-rushes start thrumming
Back and forth, a wren flies to the ivy
And dragonfly’s wing comes a drumming
The wind’s all crisp fresh sparkly and breathy
As a stoat is seen drinking spring water
Glory, it’s a gorgeous-glory this spring
Gorgeous-glory a daffodils saucer
Spring rabbits dancing on a hill gawping
Till a boy, I come picking cowslips
And spring fresh, mushrooms in my fingertips.